Lyrics KNOWLEDGE - s1rk

Know how we rocking, I'm flying cockpit
I fuck your bitch and then dip I just stop it
Pull up on you and we dropping the Rockets
We smoking good gas wanna cop it
Fuck with the gang and I'm breaking your sockets
You fuck with the gang and I'm running your pockets
You know that we searching that motherfucker wallet
Shoot at your gang best believe we ain't stalling
Bro, get your bitch off my phone she keep calling
Been in the gym and you know I've been balling
I got your shawty she giving me knowledge
Won't say that shit I know it's out of pocket
Try me again and I'm running your pockets
I got the best versus can't top it
We gon be picking em just like a locksmith

Uh we running a train
We give a youngn a taper no fade
Your teacher gave me an A no grade
Hit a youngn with a razor blade
Uh fly like paper planes
These bitches know s1rk, they calling my name
Mind been racing, I'm going insane
Blonde hair, think I'm going super Saiyan
We taking all your cash, and all of your grabs, and no a youngn ain't playing
Put his body in a sack and blow out her back, I know I'm a goat in the making
Shawty been throwing it back, your hoe up for grabs, your thick as bitch she caking
Best believe imma motherfucking make it
No tournament but we got placements

Know how we rocking, I'm flying cockpit
I fuck your bitch and then dip I just stop it
Pull up on you and we dropping the Rockets
We smoking good gas wanna cop it
Fuck with the gang and I'm breaking your sockets
You fuck with the gang and I'm running your pockets
You know that we searching that motherfucker wallet
Shoot at your gang best believe we ain't stalling
Bro, get your bitch off my phone she keep calling
Been in the gym and you know I've been balling
I got your shawty she giving me knowledge
Won't say that shit I know it's out of pocket
Try me again and I'm running your pockets
I got the best versus can't top it
We gon be picking em just like a locksmith

(Ouuu)
Aye they know my name they know I slay
I betray (I betray)
Making big bands, making big bucks
Pull up on me and you Finna get bucked
Try your luck
Big strap, and I hit him in the face (in the face)
A- AK-47 in this bitch blow your- blow your face
Bitch straps, send you to heaven
Like fucking Devon
Devon pulled up on me so I hit him with the seven
Send him away, he wasn't shit, all that talking sent him to heaven
Wanna meet Devon?

Know how we rocking, I'm flying cockpit
I fuck your bitch and then dip I just stop it
Pull up on you and we dropping the Rockets
We smoking good gas wanna cop it
Fuck with the gang and I'm breaking your sockets
You fuck with the gang and I'm running your pockets
You know that we searching that motherfucker wallet
Shoot at your gang best believe we ain't stalling
Bro, get your bitch off my phone she keep calling
Been in the gym and you know I've been balling
I got your shawty she giving me knowledge
Won't say that shit I know it's out of pocket
Try me again and I'm running your pockets
I got the best versus can't top it
We gon be picking em just like a locksmith